Su Shengsheng, who was lying on the sofa, did not hold out for too long in self-blame, and the effect of the medicine took effect, and she soon fell asleep.

Qin Qin, who was angry on the bed, heard Su Shengsheng's slow breathing, and was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help but get out of bed and put the only quilt on her body.

In the dark, his fingers lingered on her cheeks for a long time, feeling her high body temperature, and his heart was sour.

Back on the bed, Qin Qin closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

It wasn't long before he heard the sound of the quilt falling to the ground, and her tossing and turning.

The fever medicine began to sweat, Su Shengsheng, who was covered with a quilt, was not comfortable, and in her sleep, she unconsciously kicked off the quilt, but as soon as her body was cold, she began to make uncomfortable sounds again.

Qin Qin's heart softened, he turned over and got out of bed, picked up the quilt and covered her.

But it didn't take long for Su Shengsheng to kick off the quilt again-

After tossing like this seven or eight times, Qin Qin finally gave up the inexplicable depression and anger in his heart.

He walked to the sofa again, carried her to the bed with the quilt.

Lying on the bed, she continued to sweat, kicking off the quilt five or six times, and then starting to chill again.

Through the quilt, Qin Qin hugged Su Shengsheng, seeing her eyes closed, trembling all over, and kept whispering "It's so cold".

He knew that this was the repetition of the drug, and her high fever could not go away, and he was anxious, but at this time, in the middle of the night, the rain was pouring outside the house, and he had no better way to relieve her pain.

Su Shengsheng was half-asleep in dizziness, feeling as if he was being held in his arms.

When she opened her eyes weakly, she saw Qin Qin's cold face, and between her tightly knit eyebrows, there seemed to be an anxiety.

"Little uncle, I'm so cold......"

She whispered softly, and the person trembled like chaff.

Qin Qin's heart tingled, and he no longer hesitated to lift the quilt and hugged Su Shengsheng into his arms.

The delicate woman who had been thinking about it day and night finally entered her arms, but the tentacles were wet and cold, and sweat had already soaked through her clothes.

Suddenly feeling a dry heat source, Su Shengsheng instinctively drilled into Qin Qin's arms to absorb this warmth.

In the same quilt, her body was close to him, from her chest to her waist and abdomen, and then to her legs.

Qin Qin's whole body was tense, his face was red, and the blood all over his body rushed to his head and then to his lower abdomen.

Let him wander as if in heaven and hell—

There was only one bath towel around his waist, which gradually loosened and was precarious as Su Shengsheng writhed in search of warmth.

And his hard body was very uncomfortable for her, and she always felt that he was poking her with something, rejecting her, and trying to push her away—

"Little uncle, don't leave ......"

With his eyes closed, Su Shengsheng buried his head in Qin Qin's chest and arched into the arms of the female beast like a weak young beast.

And one of her little hands also got into the quilt, pushing away the thing that had been poking her.

But no.

No matter how much she pushed it away, it would always turn back and treat her very unkindly.

She was so anxious that she wanted to cry.

And he was almost tortured by her to the point of collapse.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed her little hand, and then pressed her into his arms, not allowing her to move again.

But where did Su Shengsheng know about the battle between heaven and man in Qin Qin's heart, she was already in a high fever and faint, and as soon as she was restrained from acting, she felt that she was in a stuffy pot and was about to suffocate.

Suddenly, she burst into a low cry.

Qin Qin was shocked, thinking that it hurt her, so he quickly let go and lifted the quilt.

In the dim light, he saw her weeping, her tearful eyes wet and waxy, and two teardrops on her long eyelashes.

She looked at him with a focus in her eyes, but more like nothing.

That sick and weak appearance, waiting for others to pick the Jiejie, made the last string in Qin Qin's mind suddenly break-

The devil is out.